Radical Acceptance: With the Power Out, A Pencil Is In

The power went out in our building this morning.

No email. No internet. No computers. No computing.

I remember a time when, without power, I could have continued working. A pencil and some paper work well powered by my human hand. Without that process in place this morning, I tried instead to focus on my breathing and marvel at how much face-to-face contact happened once the flip had been switched.